Life with the stray cat (Roosevelt) has been pretty good lately.
I've got some false leads on an owner but they haven't amounted to anything. I gave him a pill to kill the fleas but it didn't seem to work like it was supposed to. But he seems better. I have some other medicine to put on him. I might give him a bath first though.
I'm considering getting him microchipped on Sunday. I know he's not mine and I'm not declaring him so until Christmas break when I get him neutered. But the microchip is super cheap and would almost be worth it even if he did belong to someone else.
The cat is no longer afraid of Riley. And Riley has cut back on her barking and herding the cat. She still does some and licks/bites at the cat. He doesn't seem to mind. Last night, Riley and Roosevelt were wrestling on my lap. Joe and I never laughed so hard. Riley would bite the cat's ears and stomach and Roosevelt would hit her with his paws. We took them for a walk shortly afterwards and Roosevelt was fairly good on a harness. He did keep wanting to lay down though.
Roosevelt sleeps with me at night. Its pretty nice except for the fact that he loves to give these massages right on my neck. Last night, he stepped on my trachea so hard that I woke up, threw him off and coughed. He was choking me! I could of died! I'm not so sure about this cat...
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]
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